Chief Chinese Medicine

Songjiang People's Hospital, Emergency Department Office.

The young doctor Tu Songjun sat on a chair, staring coldly at Jiang Fei who was standing in front of him.

The atmosphere was very cold, and several doctors in the same office looked at the scene in front of them, not knowing what happened.

"Once something happens to the patient, can you take responsibility?"

Tu Songjun spoke in a deep voice, his face was full of anger.

"Silver needles can be pricked casually? What if the prick is broken?"

"Do you understand meridians? Do you understand acupuncture? Are you just messing around?"

"I know you have good intentions to save people, but good intentions can also do bad things!"

Tu Songjun's mouth was like a machine gun, scolding Jiang Fei sentence after sentence.

Jiang Fei didn't refute, but just looked at the young doctor, who looked 24 or [-] years old, with a smile in his eyes.

This kid is quite a ghost, and he also knows to bring himself here. If something happens to the patient, he will let himself bear the responsibility.

He is doing this for the sake of the hospital, so he cannot be said to be a bad person, at least he is responsible for the hospital and the unit.

And to be honest, if something goes wrong with the patient, it must have something to do with me. After all, I was the first to act, and it was an injection and first aid.

If this is in later generations, whenever something happens, it will be a news hotspot, and it will be directly on the hot search hotspot.

"Hey, Xiao Tu, you are so good, you can reprimand people?"

An old gray-haired doctor in the office laughed and teased Tu Songjun.

Tu Songjun turned around and grinned: "Mr. Ouyang, I am also thinking of patients."

"Besides, this person is really outrageous. If you give silver needles to a patient privately, that's a stroke without a certificate. Can you just put silver needles on it?"

Tu Songjun answered the old man in front of him with a smile on his face, then pointed at Jiang Fei, and retorted.

Ouyang Malin nodded, and had to say that what Xiaotu said made sense.

He glanced at this young man, he seemed to be a kind-hearted person, but he really couldn't do it casually.

"Are you a student of Songjiang Medical School?"

Ouyang Malin looked at Jiang Fei seriously, and asked in a deep voice.

There is no university in Songjiang area, only Songjiang health school with technical secondary school level.

He probably was a student of the health school, couldn't help itching his hands, and caught up with this incident again, so he rushed forward as soon as his brain became hot.

Tu Songjun was a member of the health school. After hearing Ouyang Malin's question, he looked at Jiang Fei in surprise.

Is it my junior?If this is the case, his attitude is a bit bad.

"I'm not a student of Songjiang Medical School, I'm from Jiang County, and I'm going to stay at Songjiang Hotel."

Jiang Fei smiled and shook his head, looked at Ouyang Malin and answered.

Although he didn't know who this old man was, but judging by his demeanor, he knew that he should be a good person in Songjiang People's Hospital.

Ouyang Malin, male, 70 years old, is an old man in Songjiang People's Hospital. He worked in the hospital before the founding of the People's Republic of China.

In the six or nine years after the founding of the People's Republic of China, he went to support the third front.

I didn't come back to the hospital until the year before last, so I worked in the emergency department.

Now he is in a semi-retired state, but he still likes to sit in the hospital, because he likes this environment.

The third line is a policy of the country in this era, and many intellectuals, industrial talents, as well as agricultural workers, doctors and doctors need to support the third line.

The third line, that is, the poor and remote areas of the southwest and northwest.

This policy of supporting the third line was not completely abolished until the 80s.

When Ouyang Malin heard that Jiang Fei was not a medical student, his face immediately turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "You are a little irritable, medicine is sacred, and you are not allowed to mess around."

"Even if you are hot-blooded, you have to measure your flesh."

"Okay, just sit here for a while, don't go."

Ouyang Malin also criticized and educated a wave, then picked up the thermos cup, and said to Tu Songjun: "Xiao Tu, take me to see the patients sent over."

"Hey, you come with me."

Tu Songjun stood up quickly, tidied up his white coat, and took Ouyang Malin out.

When he walked to the door, he turned around and glared at Jiang Fei, pointed at Jiang Fei and said, "You are not allowed to leave."

With that said, Tu Songjun took Ouyang Malin out of the office and walked towards the emergency department.

In other words, hospitals at the regional level are different. The office is large and spacious, and the decoration is also good.

After all, this is the hospital with the highest medical standard in the entire Songjiang area, almost none of them.

Although there are two or three other hospitals in the Songjiang area, this is the only one that can be called the People's Hospital.

After Ouyang Malin and Tu Songjun walked out, the remaining doctors in the emergency department immediately lowered their heads to work, and no one paid any attention to Jiang Fei.

At first they did have some good faith, wanting to know what happened.

Now that they knew it, they didn't bother to pay any attention to it.

Jiang Fei took two steps, came to the window and took a look at the scale of the hospital. The building under his feet was the emergency building, and there was an outpatient building next door, and an inpatient building opposite.

The hardware is indeed very hard, but it is said that this is also the hospital left by the puppet back then, so the hardware foundation is so good.

Although the building of the hospital is not high, just an ordinary three-story building, it is already very impressive in this era.

Jiang Fei turned around and naturally sat on the chair behind Tu Songjun's desk.

On the table is a linear volume of "Huangdi Neijing", which looks like it was bound in the previous dynasty.

Jiang Fei turned to the first page, full of annotations, which made Jiang Fei a little sick.

The second page, the third page, all of it.

This Tu Songjun is very hardworking, this is Jiang Fei's first impression of him.

Turning from the first page to the last page, both the coffin and Su Wen are well annotated.

Naturally, Tu Songjun did not know that his treasured "Huangdi Neijing" was being read by others.

At this moment, he brought Ouyang Malin to the clinic area and found the patient in bed No. 27.

The middle-aged woman stood beside the bed anxiously, and now her husband has been put on a drip, that is, intravenous drugs.

"Are you a family member of the patient?"

Ouyang Ma Lin was wearing a white coat and had gray hair all over his head. After walking over, he asked the middle-aged woman directly.

The middle-aged woman nodded, looking at Ouyang Malin with some doubts.

"This is the deputy director of our emergency department, Ouyang Malin, who just came back from the third-line support the year before last."

Tu Songjun was very discerning, and quickly introduced Mr. Ouyang to the patient's family.

After hearing this introduction, the middle-aged woman quickly reached out her hand.

"Hello, expert Ouyang, let me introduce. I am Zhao Yuhong, deputy director of the Women's Federation of Tongshan City, Liao Province. My husband is a leading member of the Tongshan City Team."

"We just arrived in the Songjiang area last night, and we came here on business."

"I was going to meet the leader of your Songjiang District Committee today, but this happened."

"Your hospital's emergency department must save my husband."

Zhao Yuhong opened her mouth and introduced her.

Whether it was Tu Songjun or Ouyang Malin, there was a burst of cold sweat oozing from the back.

Because the identity of the other party is extraordinary.

In this way, their pressure suddenly increased.